Mess

by Rebecca   Sep 21, 2007


Dangerous games
love over war
freedom with peace
forever or more

Flames of heat
water of cold
hearts cold as ice
hard as stone

No time for you
more time for hate
come over here
pick your own fate

Slip and fall
the pits of doom
you will die painfully
it shall be soon

A knife to the wrist
a cut on the chest
wild hogs coming
soon to be a mess

Blood and Gore
A mess of flesh
thats' how you'll die
a big freaking mess

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